I was wrong about everything, but I wasn’t wrong about loving you. I’m letting you go not just physically, but emotionally and mentally this time. I’m cutting every connection, no matter how small. I keep asking myself if things could’ve gone differently, or if it was always meant to end with me longing for you, seeing pieces of you in every person I meet, in every place I go. You’re still here, not just in my dreams anymore, but in the quiet moments, the loud ones, all of them. Would things have changed if I had stayed the same? If I never tried to grow, or become someone better? Or was it always going to end this way, no matter what I did? Was I the problem all along? Or did you always have one foot out the door, waiting for the right moment to leave? I’ve been drowning in unanswered questions that you never cared to answer, no matter how many times I asked. That’s all I ever wanted just the truth. But instead, I got silence, lies, excuses, and I’m done. I’m done being seen as less than a person, done loving someone who only loved the version of me that didn’t know better. I’ll always love you, or at least who you used to be, but that person is gone. She doesn’t exist anymore. You’re just walking around in her skin, an empty shell of the woman I once loved. And that’s the hardest part grieving someone who’s still alive. But like a poet once said, heartbreak is our greatest teacher. So if nothing else, thank you for making me wise, for opening my eyes, for showing me exactly what I don’t deserve. And with that, I promise never again. Goodbye, darling. Sleep well. i miss writing for you .